That is all I've heard about for a few years now. So, I decided to find out what all of the talk was about.
Armed with my coupons, I went shopping at my favorite store - Lord and Taylor.
I was determined to buy me some SPANX and feel what all the chatter was about.
I tried on a bodysuit similar to this one with images of future sleekness dancing around in my head.Well, I huffed and I puffed.
I twisted and I turned.
I yanked and I pulled.
I bent over. I bent backwards. I bent sideways.
I felt like I was in a Bikram Hot Yoga class.
When the SPANX was finally on, I looked in the mirror and this is what I saw looking back at me.A sweaty, stuffed, hot Italian sausage.
I thought to myself, imagine this Single Nester is with a hot guy and well, ya know . . . one thing leads to another and I find myself in the bathroom yanking this thing off. I am certain said hot guy would have to call 9-1-1 because of the sounds coming out of the bathroom.
I practically dislocated my shoulder!
What I have gained from this SPANX shopping experience is that I needed a shower, a chiropractic appointment and a massage.
Alas . . . dear SPANX, you are not for me.
So, I am going to just roll with it and let all the rolls hang out and be free.
Be free rolls, I say.